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PARAMOUNT 
SPECIAL DAY 
BOOK 

FOR MOTHER’S DAY 
AND MISSIONARY 

EXERCISES, DIALOGS, RECITATIONS, 
DRILLS AND SONGS 


Contributors 

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PREFACE 

Each succeeding year witnesses a wider and 
more general observance of Mother’s Day in the 
Sunday Schools. Indeed, it will not be long until 
every individual school will recognize the day 
with exercises appropriate to the occasion. 

To provide original and helpful material for 
your Mother’s Day program is the mission of 
the Paramount Special Day Book of Recitations, 
Dialogs, Drills and Songs. It also contains some 
fine Missionary numbers. 

This is the latest addition to the Paramount 
line of “Special Day” books, and is offered to 
the Sunday School world with the assurance that 
it will fulfill its mission, even beyond our fondest 
expectations. 

THE PUBLISHERS. 


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MR 27 1924 


FIRST SECTION 


MOTHER’S DAY 


EXERCISES, DIALOGS, DRILLS AND 
RECITATIONS 





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EXERCISES 


AMBITIONS 

An Exercise for Girls 

1. When I’m grown up, I’m going to be 

A school teacher so wise, 

I’m going to be a good one, too. 

My school will win each prize. 

2. When I grow up, I’d like to run 

A typewriter all day. 

I think it must be lots of fun, 

Not really work, but play. 

3. I’d rather be a nurse, I think, 

And make the sick folks well, 

And rub their heads and feel their pulse 
And pretty stories tell. 

4. I want to clerk in some big store 

Where pretty things are sold, 

And ladies come in velvet gowns 
With slippers made of gold. 

5. These things may all be very nice, 

Some nicer than another; 

When I grow up I’d like to be— 

A sweet and loving mother. 


A QUESTION OF HEROES 

An Exercise for Four Boys 

. I think George Washington’s the greatest man 
I ever read about— 

Because he led his men so well, and then 
He put the foe to rout. 

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2. I like Abe Lincoln best of all, 

He made the black man free, 

And worked and studied with a will— 
He is the man for me. 

3. Now, / think Roosevelt is the best, 

He played the game so square, 

And did just what he thought was right, 
In war and everywhere. 

4. There’s lots of heroes in the world, 

But / like father best, 

He knows so much and is so kind, 

He’s better than the rest. 

I think if all these men had boys, 

That each of them would say 
His father was the greatest man, 

For that is just the way 

I feel about my father now, 

And those boys were the same— 

If their dads were at all like mine 
No other hero’s name 

Would have a chance to get their vote. 

My father’s first, you bet. 

For he is greater to my mind 
Than any hero yet. 


MOTHER TAKES A BACKWARD LOOK 

(Little girl dressed as an old lady. Sits in rocker, knitting or 
mending in her lap. Works and rocks as she talks. Looks over 
her glasses at the audience frequently.) 

I’ve had a heap of trouble. 

Seems like, but then again 
I’ve had a heap of pleasure. 

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The children used to gather 
Around my knee at night 
To hear the Bible stories— 

It was a pretty sight— 

And then they’d say their prayers, 

I’d tuck them into bed, 

And when the house was quiet. 

The last “Good night” was said, 

I’d sew or mend the stockings. 

(Looks off in the distance) 

My, those were busy days— 

It takes a lot of planning 
On Mother’s part to raise 

A family of children. 

(Rocks briskly) 

It seems like yesterday 
When Johnnie was just little 
And getting in the way; 

(Rocks more and more slozdy until she almost stops) 

And now he is a preacher! 

I really don’t suppose 
He ever thinks how often 
He stood the boys in rows 

And bribed the crowd with cookies 
To pile his wood for him; 

And I can’t make it seem just right 
That my mischievous Jim 

Is one of those fine lawyers. 

While Mary’s left her dolls 
To study French dressmaking 
With all its folderols. 

The other girl, the baby, 

Is waiting over there, 

(Wipes her eyes) 

But I have watched all of the rest 
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My work is almost finished, 

(Folds i her work) 

There have been some hard days— 
They come to every mother— 

But, oh my dear, it pays! 

(Smiles and walks away.) 


MOTHER’S THOUGHTS AT NIGHT 

(For a little girl dressed as a woman, a doll in her lap . She 
sits in a low rocker.) 

Well, night has come. The day is done; 

The children are in bed; 

I’ve listened to each “lay me” prayer, 

And from each sleepy head 

I’ve heard a whispered, faint “Good night,” 

Now I am sitting here, 

The youngest lying in my lap. 

Sometimes my life seems drear. 

There are so many things to do— 

Each day just overflows 
With calls for something here and there 
That only mother knows. 

There are so many socks to darn, 

So many clothes to make, 

So many meals that I must get, 

So many loaves to bake; 

So many bruises I must kiss, 

So many hurts make well, 

So many, many, many things— 

No one can ever tell 

The things a mother has to do. 

The night brings her no rest. 

Once in a while I even think 
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And then I ask myself, “Would you 
Exchange your place with those 
Who never have to hear prayers said 
Or tie up bleeding toes? 

Who never feel small, loving arms 
Plug them when day is done, 

Or hear soft voices sleepily 
Tell of the day’s great fun?” 

I do not have to think for long— 

I could not stand the test— 

I know I would not change with them, 

For mother’s place is best. 

(Kisses her baby, rocks softly a few moments, and leaves.) 


MOTHER’S DAY AS FATHER SEES IT 

(Boy and girl dressed as old people. She is sitting in a rocker, 
another beside it, as he enters, dropping a bouquet of old fash¬ 
ioned flowers in her lap before he sits down.) 

Boy— 

The church is decked with roses of every kind today, 

The preacher talked of mothers in a touching sort of way; 
But I brought you these flowers—you used to love them so— 
It isn’t the gay colors that tell the most, you know. 

I can’t talk like these preachers, but you know each passing 
year 

The mother of my children has grown to me more dear. 
(Takes her hand) 

When I look back, a-thinking of the way you’ve been so true, 

I feel like all this Mother’s Day is given just for you. 






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Girl (burying her face in the flowers, then smiling and patting 

his hand) 

I love these flowers, father, they do bring back the days 
When we were young, and wandered along the sunlit ways. 
We had them in the garden in our first little home— 

I never shall forget it, no matter where we roam. 

My, how the children loved them! I had to watch to see 
They didn’t rob the garden in bringing flowers to me. 

We’ve used them in the weddings, and in that better land 
Our baby will be waiting, with flowers in her hand. 

Boy— 

When I came home from work at night, I’d find you waiting 
there, 

You always had a happy smile, wore flowers in your hair. 

And when we went through trouble, no one could ever be 
More kind and sympathetic than you were, dear, to me. 

You brought up all our children, made home a pleasant place, 
And every one remembers the smile on mother’s face. 

I can’t talk like those preachers, but, mother, let me say, 

You are the inspiration and joy of Mother’s Day. 

Girl— 

What was that old song, father, the one you loved so well, 

The one the children called for when, as the shadows fell 
You’d tell them of your boyhood, and of our courting days? 

I like to hear you sing it, and when I hear you raise 

Your voice to sing those songs we loved, my eyes fill up with 
tears 

Of joy that I have lived with you through all these happy 
years. 

I wish you’d sing it, father, and as I sit by you 
And listen to your singing, perhaps I’ll sing some, too. 




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Boy (rising, sings “When You and I Were Young, Maggie” or 
“Love’s Old Sweet Song ”)— 

Well, I will sing it, mother, just as I used to do, 

For life is sweet to me, mother, because I still have you. 

(If more than one verse is used, she begins humming on the 
first chorus, and by the time the last is reached, she stands, her 
arm in his, singing all the way through.) 


THE WORD OF WORDS 

Exercise for Six Little Girls 

For this little dialog I would suggest the letters used would be 
about twelve inches in height, made of medium weight cardboard 
and covered with bright crepe paper. 

The rainbow colors make a very pretty feature, one of each 
kind, in this order. 

M bright green, O— white/ T— red, H— orange, E— black, K 

—royal purple. 

Mount platform single file, M leading the way. 

Each child bearing against her breast the letter she represents . 

Form a straight line across center front of stage and _ bow as 
a ripple. This is very effective when done quickly beginning with 
M and followed in rapid succession by the others. All lift their 
heads together after the bow is made. 

M moves one step forward and speaks: 

M stands for mercy and modesty, too, 

And I would possess them, in all that I do. 

M steps back and O comes forward. 

O is for order—and I’d have you know, 

You’ll find it quite handy, wherever you go. 

O moves back into line and T comes forward. 

T is for talking—and one of my sex 
(Bows politely) 

Can with one small tongue humanity vex. 





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T moves back and H conies forward. 

H is for honor—that God-given thing, 

That makes of a peasant the rank of a king. 

H moves back into line and E comes forward. 

E is for envy, but not in my heart 
(Crosses heart) 

Shall it for one moment form even a part. 

E moves back into line and R comes forward. 

R is for riches—for ribbons and rice, 

Three things I assure you for making things nice. 

R steps back into line then like the ripple bow, beginning with 
M, each child repeats the letter she carries aloud and all in unison 
recite' 

M—O—T—H—E—R spells mother— 

Sweetest word, I know. 

In this world there is none other, 

Who would love and trust me so. 

M— speaks: 

She taught me mercy and modesty. 

O— 

She taught me order and obedience. 

T— 

She taught me to speak truthfully. 

H— 

She taught me to be honest. 

E— 

She taught me to shun evil. 

R— 

She taught me reverence. 

Again beginning with M —ripple the word mother and repeat 

M—O—T—IT—E—R spells mother, 

Sweetest word I know. 

In the world there is none other 
Wbo would love and trust me so. 

( Curtain.) 






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DIALOGS AND DRILLS 


MOTHER’S DAY 

Dialog for two little girls , one dressed as a mother, holding 
a baby doll. 

Child (rushing in eagerly }— 

The teacher says next Sunday 
Is to be Mother’s Day, 

And all the mothers should dress up 
And come to church—and, say. 

You’ll do it, won’t you, mother? 

Oh, promise that you will! 

The others all are coming, 

And I can’t rest until 

My mother’s there with all the rest. 

I’ll wear a flower for you, 

And when you get inside the church 
You’ll wear a flower, too. 

Mother (wearily )— 

Don’t bother mother, dearie, 

I haven’t time to go. 

I have to tend the baby 
And do the work, you know. 

Child (disappointed }— 

But, mother, all the other girls 
Will have their mothers there. 

I guess I want my mother! 

Oh, mother, don’t you care? 

Mother (startled, speaking as if to herself)— 

Plow wrong I am! What else can count 
Beside my baby’s love ? 

To think that I should so forget 
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My duty to my little girl! 

(Puts arm about child, who smiles joyf ully) 

Yes, surely I will go, 

For no one loves my little girl 
As much as I, you know. 

Child (in great glee)— 

The church will be so pretty 
With flowers, Mother dear, 

I think that Mother’s Day will be 
The best of all the year! 

Mother (earnestly )— 

It is a good thing, darling, 

For mothers need it, too. 

Sometimes they do grow careless— 

They have so much to do. 

Now, when you see your teacher, 

Do not forget to say. 

That I am surely coming 
To church on Mother’s Day. 

(Child runs off eagerly . Mother kisses the baby and 
off more slowly.) 


“WHICH LOVED HER BEST?” 

Dialog for Two Girls and a Boy 

Boy — 

“I love you, mother,” said little John, 

Then forgetting work, his cap went on, 

And he was off to the garden swing, 

Leaving his mother the wood to bring. 

First Girl — 

“I love you, mother,” said rosy Nell; 

“I love you better than tongue can tell.” 

Then she teased and pouted full half the day, 

Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play, 


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Second Girl — 

“I love you, mother,” said little Fan; 
“To-day I’ll help you all I can; 

How glad I am that school doesn’t keep!” 
So she rocked the babe till it fell asleep. 

Then, stepping softly, she took the broom, 
And swept the floor and dusted the room. 
Busy and happy all day was she. 

Helpful and cheerful as child could be. 

All— 

“I love you, mother,” again they said, 
Three little children going to bed; 

How do you think that mother guessed 
Which of them really loved her best? 


FATHERS AND SONS 

(A dialog for two boys, one dressed as an older man.) 

Boy— 

Say, dad, this great idea of Mother’s Day’s all right, 

But I have done some thinking, and it seems to me they might 
Have Father’s Day once in a while, ’cause folks like fathers, too, 
Or anyhow, I know they would if dads were all like you. 

Father— 

All dads would be like me, my son, if every one had boys 
Like you to help them on, and share in all their joys, 

But many men are not so blessed, it grieves me much to say. 
Perhaps that is the reason they don’t have Father’s Day. 


Well, I have seen some fathers I’m thankful were not mine, 
They looked so stern and cranky, and never gave a sign 
Of being even human. I’ll bet they couldn’t play 
A game of ball to save them, and never spent a day 






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Out in the woods, or going with boys for a long hike, 

And when it comes to fishing, don’t know a bass from pike. 
They wouldn’t make good fathers—they don’t know how, but 
say! 

If every dad was just like you, we would have Father’s Day. 
Father— 

That may be, son, but fathers, you know, are not the same. 

I think they would be better, and learn to play the game 
If every one of them had sons who make good pals like you. 
They’d find life was worth living and learn to laugh some, too. 

(The following stanzas can be sung to the tune of “Sweet Ade¬ 
line” the father taking the first, the boy the second , and the third 
being sung by both as indicated.) 

Father— 

Dear Boy of mine, dear Boy of mine, 

In all the world there’s none so fine. 

In all my dreams your loved face beams, 

You’ve a big place in my heart, dear Boy of mine. 

Boy— 

Dear Dad of mine, dear Dad of mine, 

In all the world there’s none so fine. 

In every way I’ll try each day 
To grow and be like you, dear Dad of mine. 

Father— 

Dear Boy of mine, 

Boy— 

Dear Dad of mine, 

Both— 

For a good pal, there’s none so fine, 

You’re always true, in all you do, 

You’ve a big place in my heart, dear j 1 of mine. 






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THE ROYAL CROWN 

Stage setting—Fairy Queen seated on throne. Flower^ and 
other decorations to make the place as beautiful as possible. 

All characters may be children. 

Fairy Queen—white robes, star on forehead, wand tipped with 
star. 

Fairies—children in white, gauzy wings. 

Artist—carrying paints and brushes. May have half finished pic¬ 
ture also. 

Author—carrying pen and roll of manuscript, or finished book. 

Politician—carrying legal books and copies of laws. 

Club Woman—very stylishly dressed. 

M usician—carry ing m usic. 

College Woman—carrying diploma, wears cap and gown. 

Business Woman—wearing business suit, carrying books and 
pencil. 

Mother—plainly dressed, accompanied by one or more children. 


(Fairy Queen claps her hands. Enter fairies with small 
trumpets.) 

Queen—Summon my messengers for earth. 

(Fairies blow trumpets. Enter several other fairies. Bow be¬ 
fore Queen.) 

Queen—I have heard much of the wonderful things the mod¬ 
ern woman is doing. Go to earth and bring me some of these 
marvels. I will find out which is deserving of the crown which 
can be worn only by the woman who has done the most to make 
the world better. 

(Fairies flit away. Soft music. Re-enter fairies accompanied 
by Artist, Author, Politician, Club Woman, Musician, College 
Woman, Business Woman. They stand at the sides where the 
Queen can observe them fully.) 

Queen—And what have these done? 

Fairy—They say they have done many wonderful things to 
improve the world. 

Queen—But which has done the most? 





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Fairy—That I do not know, for each claims to be serving more 
than any other. 

Queen—They can not be the same. Let me hear what they 
can do. 

Artist—My pictures bring joy to sad hearts and smiles to little 
children. They linger in the minds of all who see them and 
make the world better and happier. 

Author—My books contain only good and true thoughts. 
None who read them remain unchanged. I study words, and 
use only those which will make people better. 

Politician—I do not appeal simply to the love of the beautiful. 
I do practical things to make the world better. I examine laws, 
and support those which tend to make the world a safe place 
in which to live. I have gained much good for women and chil¬ 
dren and, through them, for all mankind. 

Club Woman—I meet with others of my kind to study art, 
music and literature. We do much to raise the standards of 
living in our communities, and so make the world better. 

Musician—I play the sweetest music, and men and women’s 
hearts grow tender at the sound. Without music, the world 
would be a dreary place. With it, the most humble home is 
made beautiful and the hardest heart is softened. Music, in¬ 
deed, does more for the world than we can know. 

College Woman—I have studied history and art and litera¬ 
ture, and have learned how worlds are made and how men’s 
minds have worked to accomplish all they did. I am now ready 
to teach and advise others, and so to make the world better. 

Business Woman—Since woman has entered the business 
world, business conditions have changed greatly. I am sure that 
the woman in business has done more than many others to make 
the world better. 

Fairy Queen—But was there no other? These have done 
much that is good, ’tis true, but to wear the crown I have to 
offer—not one is worthy. 

Fairy—I could find no other. 

Fairy Queen—Do I hear voices ? 

(Enter belated Fairy with Mother and Children.) 

Fairy—I am sorry to be so late, but she could scarcely leave, 
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Queen—And what has she done? 

Mother (cuddling small child, while others cling' to her skirts) 
—I fear I have done nothing compared with these others. I 
could not even come alone to see you. It was the bedtime hour, 
and I was telling stories to my children, telling them the stories 
she (pointing to the author) had written. I play a little and sing 
the songs she (pointing to musician) sings perfectly, but my 
babies do not know that I lack what she has. They love me just 
the same. I can not go into the world and make its laws. I 
only do my little part at home, and train my boys and girls to 
do the right, to obey the laws she (pointing to politician) helped 
to make. All these (pointing to others) have done a work out 
in the world. I have stayed at home. I have tried to be ready 
with understanding sympathy for my husband and babies. My 
world is small. Compared with these, my work may not seem 
large. 

Queen (extending her wand) —You have done well. What do 
the others say? 

(The other women look at the mother and her children. Their 
books and papers fall unheeded to the floor, their faces show 
understanding and love. Soft music runs into the strains of 
“Home, Sweet Home," and fairies bring in a crown of flowers. 
The Queen steps from her throne and places the crown on the 
mother's head. Fairies surround her, throwing flowers; the 
children cling to her, smiling happily. The Queen takes the 
mother's hand and leads her to the throne, the children still near.) 

Queen—You claim no honor, but deserve it all. These others 
would not do their work had it not been for a mother’s love and 
influence. ’Tis you should have the crown, for it is yours and 
yours alone. 

(Mother kisses the youngest child and pats the others' heads. 
Hidden choir sings the stanza of “Home, Sweet Home ” speak¬ 
ing most of Mother.) 

All recite: 

Oh, mother, best and loveliest, 

To wear the crown is your just right; 

Your work counts most through all the years, 

Your love is more than any might. 




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We all agree the place is yours, 

That it belongs to you alone, 

So, mother, rule through all the world, 
And help us from your queenly throne. 


THE JUDGE’S DECISION 

An Exercise for Mother’s Day 

Judge—black robe, wig; carrying balances. 

Art, Music, Law, Business—boys or girls carrying articles sig¬ 
nificant of their profession. Motherhood, woman (girl) 
with several children. 

Judge—We have come to decide which shall be greatest, 
Motherhood or these others. Art, what have you to offer? 
(Holds out balances.) 

Art—Here are my tools and my pictures. They move the 
hearts of men and women to noble deeds. (Places all on one 
side of balances.) 

Motherhood—I have but the pictures I draw for my children’s 
pleasure, crude sketches which Art would not consider at all. 

The children place small papers on the scale, showing by their 
attitude that these are greatly prized. This side of the scale 
shows heavier than the other. 

Judge—Art, I fear you can not compete with a mother’s gift, 
for it is made with Love. (Clears balances.) Music, what have 
you? 

Music puts her all in the balance. 

Judge—It is heavy, indeed. Mother, what about you? 

Mother—I have only the bedtime songs and lullabies sung to 
my children from their cradles. 

Children (putting many songs in the other side of the scales) 
—Mother’s songs are the most beautiful in the whole wide world. 
(The scale tips heavily for Motherhood.) 

Judge—Music, you, too, will have to yield to Motherhood. 
(Clears the scales.) Law, what have you ? 

Law (placing heavy books in scales) —These books will out¬ 
weigh anything a frail woman may have done. 

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Mother—Nothing. My children speak for me here. 

Children (putting rolls of paper in scales) —Our mother gave 
us these laws of conduct. We have followed them, and will 
keep on following them for they lead us in the right way, and 
the laws in the books would not be needed if everyone followed 
our mother’s laws. (Scales tip for Motherhood.) 

Judge—Law, no ponderous volume can outweigh a mother’s 
voice when it is lifted for the right. You, too, must admit you 
are outdone. (Clears scales.) Well, Business, what of your 
place ? 

Business—The world can not run without money, and busi¬ 
ness means money. (Puts all in the scales.) 

Judge—Very true. Mother, what have you to say? 

Mother—My business is but keeping the home so that my boys 
and girls may go out into business clean and true and strong to 
meet anything that may come to them. I have nothing to lay 
in the scales against this. 

(Children place their hands in the scales. Their side shows 
much heavier. When we are ready to go into business the scales 
will turn our way because of our mother. Her training counts 
for more than mere money.) 

Judge (clears scales and prepares to depart) —There is but 
one decision to make. A mother’s place can not be compared 
with these other things. Motherhood, in its truest and best 
sense, outweighs all else. 


LITTLE MOTHERS OF THE WORLD—DRILL 

(Each child should be dressed according to the costume of the 
country she represents—two of a kind makes a very good show 
and ten couple gives enough variety. Sixteen, or even twelve 
can render the drill satisfactorily.) 

The lines should be as follows: 

Two Americans, two Chinese, two Mexicans, two Indians, two 
Jews, two Japanese, two French, two Italians, two Spanish, and 
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The American costume is very pleasing when it is made of 
dark material with white aprons and white sunbownets. 

The Chinese costume should be pajama style with gay deco¬ 
rations. 

The Mexican costume should emphasize bright beads. 

The Jewish costume should emphasize shoulder capes. 

The Japanese costume should be the bright kimona style. 

The Indian costume should be of blanket and beaded slippers. 

The French costume should be of bright blues and red. 

The Spanish costume should be of black lace. 

The Scotch costume should be of checked material with the 
bright tarns. 

And like the costume, so should the doll be a representative 
of its own country, and carried in the curve of the left arm. 

Any good march will serve for the music. 

While the introductory is being played—let the participants 
line up on either side of the stage, with America leading. 

Move i (counting four beats to the measure)—Let the leaders 
with their respective lines following move right and left across 
the rear of the stage. Thus forming two lines across rear of 
platform. 

Move 2 (counting one, tzoo, three, four)—Let the back row 
pass sidezvise through the front rozv three spaces. 

Move 3 —Repeat Move 2. 

Move 4 —Repeat Move 3. 

]y[ ove 5 —Repeat Move 4, thus bringing the two lines from the 
back to the front of stage. 

Move 6-z-Front row bozos tozv to the right; back row bows low 
to the left. 

Move 7 —Couples touch hands and make a complete circle, 
leaving the two rows just as they were. 

Move 8 —Leaders turn right and left, march to rear corners of 
the stage, then to center, back zvhere they meet their partner; 
here they come forward to center front in couples, separate right 
and left, marching semi-circle to center rear back platform where 
the leaders meet, thus forming a semi-circle across the stage. 

Hold this position while each little mother extends her baby 
towards the audience for inspection. (Dolls to the arm again.) 

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meeting each other in rear center back again, thus forming two 
complete circles on the platform. 

Hold this position while dolls are extended tent-shape above 
each ring. (Dolls to arms again.) 

Move 10 —Leaders marching right and left encircle the one fol¬ 
lowing them, thus forming a line of four—as these four march 
fonvard, the next couple follow suit, and so on until there are 
five lines of four characters each on the stage. 

(Now you are ready for expressive motion.) 

Play —Little Mothers cuddle dolls under the chin and smile. 

Worry —Feel pulse of doll—look distressed. 

Comparison —Hold dolls right and left—Mothers look 'em 
over, then back at their own dolt and shake their heads. No. 

Pride —Mothers dampen the end of their fingers and wipe the 
doll's eyebrows. 

Concern —Mothers examine the doll's feet, and draw its dress 
a bit closer. 

Surprise —Mothers examine the doll's mouth, looks pleased, 
holds up one finger and smiles broadly. 

L ove —Mothers lift their babies to their breast and hug them 

closely. 

Caressing —Lift dolls to their lips and kiss three times. 

Supplication —Fold arms prayer-like over the dolls and raise 
the eyes heavenward. 

Benediction —With doll's clasped to the breast, let each par¬ 
ticipant drop to her knees and bow her head low over her baby. 

( Curtain.) 


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RECITATIONS 


A MOTHER’S DAY PRAYER 

(For several little girls, or one. To be given with bowed head 
and closed eyes.) 

Dear Jesus, we thank you for mothers, 

They love us all dearly, we know, 

And so we would ask you, dear Jesus, 

To help every one of us grow 

To be kind, patient, good and obedient 
As mothers would have us to be, 

And help us, we ask you, dear Jesus, 

To live so our mothers can see 

We love them each day as it passes, 

And in all that we do may we say, 

“We thank you for giving us mothers, 

And we say so on this Mother’s Day.” 


JUST MOTHER’S WAY 

Of all the folks in all the world, 

The mothers are the best. 

They do more good for other folks, 

I know, than all the rest. 

They watch the babies when they’re small, 
They fix your broken toys, 

They sympathize with all your hurts, 

They smile with all your joys. 

They always seem to understand 
The way you feel each day. 

I can’t explain it all myself— 

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MY MOTHER 

My mother’s got the nicest face, 
Her eyes are full of light, 

Like little candles shining down 
On me when it is night. 

My mother’s got the nicest hands, 
They help me every day. 

And lift me up when I fall down, 
For that is mother’s way. 

My mother’s got the nicest hair, 
So soft and smooth and brown. 

My mother’s just the dearest dear 
In all this great big town. 


SMOOTHING THE WRINKLES 

Wee Bessie stood tiptoe behind Grandma’s chair. 

And balanced herself on the sofa with care: 

“Hush! Don’t make a noise! Please don’t ’sturb me just now 
I’m smoothing the wrinkles from Grandma’s brow.” 

Dear Grandma was taking her afternoon nap, 

Her face so serene beneath the lace cap; 

’Twas sweet to hear Bessie so tenderly say: 

“Don’t you see I am smoothing the wrinkles away?” 

O would that we all were as busy as she 
I11 smoothing out wrinkles from faces we see! 

Or, rather, from hearts, worn and sad, understand, 

From lacking the touch of a soft, loving hand. 

With words kind and gentle; with true, helpful deeds, 

We’ll seek out the weary, remembering their needs. 

The wrinkles will yield to the deft, Christlike touch, 

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MOTHER’S VOICE 

A boy can tell his mother’s voice 
Among a hundred others, 

For there’s no other voice that owns 
Such sweet, such tender soothing tones 
As mother’s. 

When cruel fate, to test his worth. 
Ambition’s beacon smothers, 

No other voice in all the land 
Can nerve him so the test to stand, 

Like mother’s. 

When discontent to win him tries, 

Or doubt or envy bothers, 

Whose voice can tell him how to free 
His soul from its great enemy, 

Like mother’s? 

When stern affliction lays him low, 

When trouble cruel bothers, 

Whose voice can soothe him in his grief, 
Whose voice afford his soul relief, 

Like mother’s. 

A boy can tell his mother’s voice 
Among a hundred others, 

For there’s no other voice that owns 
Such sweet, such tender, thrilling tones. 
As mother’s. 


A FELLOW’S MOTHER 

“A fellow’s mother,” said Fred, the wise, 

With his rosy cheeks and his merry eyes, 
“Knows what to do if a fellow gets hurt 
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“A fellow’s mother has bags and strings, 
Rags and buttons, and lots of things. 

No matter how busy she is, she’ll stop 
To see how well you can spin your top. 

“She does not care—not much, I mean— 

If a fellow’s face is not always clean; 

And if your trousers are torn at the knee, 

She can put in a patch that you’d never see. 

“A fellow’s mother is never mad, 

And only sorry if you’re bad; 

And I will tell you this, if you’re only true, 
She’ll always forgive you, whate’er you do. 

“I’m sure of this,” said Fred, the wise, 

With a manly look in his laughing eyes, 

“I’ll mind my mother quick every day; 

A fellow’s a baby that don’t obey.” 


MY MOTHER’S VOICE 

Tonight, I hear my mother sing 
Across the bridge of years; 

And down Time’s long, lone corridors 
The tones returned through tears: 

“Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, 
Holy angels guard thy bed; 

Heavenly blessings without number 
Gently falling on thy head.” 

Again it comes—that echoed voice, 
With other tones to me; 

It is the shadowy Vesper time, 

When loved ones bend the knee; 

“The day is past and gone, 

The evening shades appear, 

Oh, may we all remember well, 

The night of death draws near.” 





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’Tis Sabbath morning, still and fair, 
The light falls o’er the hills; 

And from the “family altar” band 
Her voice my spirit thrills: 

“This is the day the Lord arose 
So early from the dead; 

And shall I keep my eyelids closed, 

Or waste my hours in bed?” 

I heard her dear voice, even in death, 
Close by the River sing; 

A chord of triumph thrilled the tones, 
For “Death has lost its sting.” 
“While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyes shall close in death, 
When I rise to worlds unknown, 

And behold Thee on Thy throne, 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in Thee.” 

And then faith takes its upward flight, 
I hear her sing once more, 

But now, beyond the bounds of Time, 
“On Canaan’s happy shore,” 

With the unnumbered multitude, 

That blood-washed, holy band, 

Who bear their harps and sing 

“The song of Moses and the Lamb.” 


THE FAIREST FLOWER 

There is a story, and it seems 
To me it must be true, 

How God sent angels out one time 
With just one thing in view, 

That they should search earth’s gardens well 
And bring back what was best 
In flowers for His heavenly yard, 

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Of purity in every way, 

Nor have a single stain. 

They sought and hunted everywhere, 

But searching seemed in vain 

For every flower, however fair, 

Held, hidden, some small scar. 

They brought Him flowers from every land, 
They traveled near and far. 

At last an angel, bowing low, 

Said, “Lord, this flower fair 

Grew in a very humble spot, 

Its perfume is most rare. 

“It is the love a mother bears 
Forever for her child, 

Its purity is evident 
It can not be defiled.” 

Then God looked over all the earth, 

And said, “In Heaven above 

We know the fairest flower of earth 
Is just a mother’s love.” 


MOTHER’S BOYS 

My auntie says she wonders why it is that all the boys 
Like pie and cake and berry jam and make such horrid noise, 
And why we’re always dirty and our hair is always rough 
And why our clothes are always torn and all such other stufr. 

She says that she can’t bear us and don’t see how mother can. 
She always scowls just awful too, at Bert or me or Sam 
If we come in the parlor and begin to talk or play, 

She up an’ says to mother, “I do wish you’d send em way. 

But mother only looks around and smiles a jolly smile 

And says, "O Sue, you know that boys must play once in a while. 

And so we go on playin’ with our top and ball and stick „ 

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WHEN MAMMA WAS A GIRL 

When mamma was a little girl, 

Or so they say to me, 

She never used to romp and run 
Nor shout, nor scream with noisy fun, 

Nor climb an apple tree. 

She always kept her hair in curl, 

When mamma was a little girl. 

When mamma was a little girl 
(It seems to her, you see), 

She never used to tumble down, 

Nor break her doll, nor tear her gown, 

Nor drink her papa's tea. 

She learned to knit, “plain,” “seam,” and “purl,” 
When mamma was a little girl. 

But grandma says—it must be true— 

“How fast the seasons o’er us whirl! 

Your mamma, dear, was just like you, 

When she was grandma’s little girl!” 


MOTHER 

Last night I got an awful bump— 

Of course I wanted Mother— 

When something comes along like that 
There isn’t any other 

Can make the hurt place well so quick. 

Why, even my big brother, 

When anything goes wrong with him, 

Is always wanting Mother. 

I rather guess folks everywhere 
Like mothers just that way, 

And that’s the reason we are here 
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THE SECRET OF SUCCESS 

I know a way to get nice things, 

The secret is just this: 

I say, “Mama, please give me some, 
And I’ll give you a kiss.” 

I do not tease, nor pout, nor cry; 
Good things I never miss, 

Because I say, “Please give me some, 
And I’ll give you a kiss.” 


MOTHER’S LOVE 

1 think the angels, looking down, 

Must know that mothers see 
The things all children ought to do 
If they are going to be 

The men and women this world needs, 
And I am very sure 
The angels know that mothers’ love 
Is always true and pure. 


MY MOTHER 

Some ladies just like poodle dogs 
Or furry pussy cats, 

Some ladies only think of clothes, 

Or buying fine new hats. 

I’m glad my mother’s not that kind— 
She likes real boys like me; 

She says that children are the best, 
And really doesn’t see 

Why some love animals instead. 

But then, my mother knows 
The very things that all boys need. 
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Those other women would know how 
To run or fly a kite. 

But say! My mother knows all that— 
My mother is all right. 


HOW MOTHERS KNOW 

It’s funny with mothers, they just seem to know 
About all you’re doing wherever you go. 

When nothing but babies at mischievous play, 

It seems they can see you, for quickly they say, 

“Get out of that water” or “that pot of jam!” 

Of course, then, you “beat it” as fast as you can. 

And when you get big and play hooky from school 
And go to the woods or the old swimmin’ pool, 

No matter how careful you’ve been when you dressed 
You know, in a minute that mother has guessed. 

You know there’s no use of denyin’ it when 

She says, “You’ve skipped school and gone swimmin’ again.” 

Then there is that time that we never forget 
When some of us boys got an old cigarette 
And started a-smoking and thought it was fun 
Till, after a little, our stomachs begun 
To feef rather funny and we hurried home, 

But say, we no sooner got into the room 
Till ma looked us over and said mighty quick, 

“Young man, you’ve been smokin’ that’s why you’re so sick.” 

It’s simply no use for the harder you try 
To fool her, the harder it seems to “get by.” 

She knows when you’re bad and it seems that sometimes 
She knows what you’re thinkin’ down deep in your mind. 

I guess maybe, God knew a mother would need 
To know lots of things, if her boys she would lead 
And so He has given some wonderful way 
To see what you’re doing and hear what you say. 





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MOTHER’S FACE 


Three little boys talked together 
One sunny summer day, 

And I leaned out of the window 
To hear what they had to say. 

“The prettiest thing I ever saw,” 

One of the little boys said, 

“Was a bird in grandpa’s garden, 

All black and white and red.” 

“The prettiest thing I ever saw,” 

Said the second little lad, 

“Was a pony at the circus— 

I wanted him awful bad.” 

“I think,” said the third little fellow, 
With a grave and gentle grace, 

“That the prettiest thing in all the world 
Is just my mother’s face.” 


MEMORIES 


A quiet little trundle-bed, 

A tired little tousled head, 

A mother kneeling there at night 
Too weary to put out the light, 

With lips that stumble in their prayers 
O’erburdened by a day of cares. 

A sleepy little voice close by, 

“Is God dead, muvver, that you cry?” 
How quickly childhood years have gone 
By light and gladness swept along; 

A soldier at his country’s call 
Gives youth and service, courage, all; 
But while I kneel too sad to pray 
I hear as if ’twere yesterday 
A sleepy little voice close by, 

“Is God dead, muvver, that you cry?” 





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MY MOTHER 

It was years ago it happened 
But I can’t forget, somehow, 

And the scene is just as clear to me 
As though I saw it now, 

How the boys had been in mischief 
And had played some little jokes 
That were practical and didn’t 
Seem to please the older folks. 

And my mother called me softly 
And she asked me if I’d been 
In the fun they’d started havin’ 

That had ended in a sin. 

And she told me how it never 
Paid to be a thing but square 
And she added how it grieved her 
When she found her boy was there. 

And her eyes with tears a-fillin’ 

Seemed to make my vision dim 
And I promised that I’d never 
Do a thoughtless thing again. 

How it helped me to remember 
When temptations came to me, 

That I had a mother trustin’ 

That her boy would faithful be. 

And when all the rest were going 
Seemed as though I didn’t dare 
For I knew that she’d be sorry 
If she heard her boy was there. 

And though now she’s gone before me 
These long years, I know that she 
Is a-waitin’ up in glory 
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For her trust in Him was mighty 
And in answer to her prayer, 
Some glad day, we’ll be united 
And she’ll have her boy up there. 


A BOY’S THANKS 

Girls can say “Thanks” in pretty ways, 
And talk of love, you know, 

But boys just are not made that way. 
They mean their thanks, but go 

About their business every day. 

They like their mothers, too, 

And I guess mothers know it 
Without the words, don’t you? 


THE POWER OF A MOTHER’S VOICE 

A mother sang to her child one day 
A song of the beautiful home above; 

Sang it as only a woman sings, 

Whose heart is full of a mother’s love. 

And many a time in the years that came 

He heard the sound of that low, sweet song; 

It took him back to his childhood days; 

It kept his feet from the paths of wrong. 

r A mother spoke to her child one day 
In an angry voice that made him start 

As if an arrow had sped that way 

And pierced his loving and tender heart. 

And when he had grown to man’s estate, 

And was tempted and tried, as all men are, 

He fell; for that mother’s angry words 
Had left on his heart a lasting scar. 






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LATE 

My father brought somebody up, 

To show us all asleep. 

They came as softly up the stairs 
As you could creep. 

They whispered in the doorway there 
And looked at us awhile. 

I had my eyes shut up, but I 
Could feel him smile. 

I shut my eyes up close, and lay 
As still as I could keep; 

Because I knew he wanted us 
To be asleep. 


WHAT MOTHER KNOWS 

My mother knows the nicest games 
To play on rainy days, 

You just forget the dark old clouds. 

She knows so many ways 

To have a good time in the house; 

And then, when things go wrong, 

She makes them right just with a smile, 
Or some nice little song. 

My mother knows how hard it is 
To do what’s right each day, 

She always seems to understand. 

She hasn’t much to say, 

But when she talks she shows me how 
To be both strong and true. 

I think my mother’s wonderful; 

Now, don’t you think so too? 

My mother knows ’bout birds and trees, 
And everything that grows— 

There really isn’t any end 
To what my mother knows. 








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A LESSON FROM MOTHER GOOSE 

Said the first little chicken, 

With a queer little squirm, 

“O, I wish I could find 
A fat little worm/’ 

Said the next little chicken, 

With an odd little shrug, 

“O, I wish I could find 
A fat little bug. ,, 

Said the third little chicken, 

With a sharp little squeal, 

“O, I wish I could find 
Some nice yellow meal.” 

Said the fourth little chicken, 

With a small sigh of grief, 

“O, I wish I could find 
A green little leaf.” 

Said the fifth little chicken, 

With a faint little moan, 

“O, I wish I could find 
A wee gravel stone.” 

“Now, see here,” said the mother, 

From the green garden patch, 

“If you want any breakfast, 

YOU JUST COME AND SCRATCH.” 


MY MOTHER’S LULLABY 

I can hear it yet, it seems, 

When the dusk has settled down 
And my fancy’s weaving dreams 
And it’s quiet all around, 
Floating softly down the years 
Soothingly, it seems that I 
Mother’s voice can plainly hear 
Crooning o’er a lullaby. 






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And I’m just a child again 
With my head upon her breast 
And the years of toil and pain 
Vanish at her sweet caress, 
And I feel again the joy 
That I used to know when I, 
Just a curly-headed boy, 

Heard a mother’s lullaby. 


A FATHER’S WORRIES 

(Boy dressed as a man. Walks around and looks puzzled as 
he speaks.) 

It’s an awful lot of trouble 
To be a father now-a-days, 

For the times are surely changing, 

And you know, young people’s ways 

Aren’t like they were when I was young. 

Seems like all they know is play, 

And it takes a lot to guide them 
In the straight and narrow way. 

Then they think a lot of money— 

Not how hard it comes, oh no— 

But to find new ways to spend it. 

In my time I couldn’t go 

To a movie, buy a gim-crack, 

Play some silly sort of game— 

All the things I did, my youngsters 
Think were pretty awful tame. 

As I said, it’s heaps of trouble, 

So I just let mother say 
What is right or wrong or wisest, 

And you know, she saves the day. 








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MISSIONARY 



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MISSIONARY 


ALL FOR MISSIONS 

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, 

How does your garden grow ? 
With silver bells and cockle shells 
And pretty maids all in a row. 


Mary, Mary, missionary, 

How does your garden grow? 

With onions to sell and lettuce as well 
And pretty flowers all in a row. 

“I’m sometimes weary, but always cheery, 
Busy with rake and hoe, 

Tomatoes and beans and all sorts of greens 
Are all for missions, you know.” 


IN AFRICA 

If you could stand in Africa to-night, 

And see the moonlight on those green-clad hills; 

If you could hear the youths’ wild, minor trills, 
Dancing their life out, in that calm moonlight; 

If you could know the pity of their plight 
Without God, in a world of deadening ills— 

Then you would know the deep despair that fills 
The heart of sinsick Africa to-night. 

And God says, “Go,” to all who name The Name. 
And out of darkness reach those hands for Light. 
Upon us be the burden of the shame 
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TWO GIRLS 

First Girl 
Mary had a little lamb, 

With fleece as white as snow; 

And everywhere that Mary went 
The lamb was sure to go. 

Second Girl 

I wish I had a little lamb 
With fleece as white as Mary’s; 

I'd have it sheared, and sell the wool 
To help the missionaries. 


CHARITY 

Only a drop in the bucket, 

But every drop will tell; 

The bucket would soon be empty 
Without the drops in the well. 

Only a poor little penny, 

It was all I had to give, 

But as pennies make the dollars, 

It may help some cause to live. 

A few little bits of ribbon 

And some toys; they were not new, 

Yet they made the sick child happy, 
Which made me happy, too. 

Only some outgrown garments, 

They were all that I could spare; 

But they helped to clothe the needy, 

And they are everywhere. 

God loveth the cheerful giver, 

Though the gifts be poor and small; 

But what can He think of His children 
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TWO WAYS OF GIVING 

"If I could find a dollar/’ 

Said little Tommy Gill, 
"A-layin’ in a pig’s track, 

Or rollin’ up a hill, 

I’d send it to the heathen 
As fast as it could go, 

For they are needing money— 
My teacher told me so.” 

"I can give a penny now/* 

Said little Willie Pool, 

"And that will buy a paper 
To start a Sunday school. 

I’d better give a penny, 

And give it right away. 

Than wait to find a dollar 
To give another day.” 

So Willie gave his penny, 

A wish gave Tommy Gill; 
Now which saw his dollar first 
Go rolling up the hill? 


MY ERROR 

Today Ma gave a coin to me. 

“ ’Tis not for candy, dear,” she said; 
"But for some little colored child— 

Some heathen soul whose ways are wild.” 

I do not know why Mamma’s mad 
At me, for I have not been bad. 

I did not know that it was wrong 
To give the coin to Johnson Strong— 
The colored-boy I chanced to meet 
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MY MAMMA’S GIFT TO ME 

Just look! I have a silver dime— 
My Mamma’s gift to mef 
She gave a penny at a time, 

So I have saved, you see. 

Yes, I have saved my pennies, and 
Have brought them here today, 

To send them to some far-off land— 
Oh, miles and miles away. 

A lot of little ones are there 
Who have no books to read, 

No school, no church; and, I declare, 
They must be sad indeed. 

If we would save our pennies, and, 
When each had saved a few, 

Just send them to some heathen land, 
What good we all could do! 


THE MACEDONIAN CRY 

ACTS 16:9 

Through midnight gloom from Macedon 
The cry of myriads, as of one, 

The voiceless silence of despair 
Is eloquent in awful prayer, 

The soul’s despairing, bitter cry, 

“Come o’er and help us, or we die.” 

How mournfully it echoes on, 

For half the earth is Macedon; 

These brethren to their brethren call, 

And by the love that loves them all, 

And by the whole world’s life they cry, 
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By other sounds the world is won 
Than that which comes from Macedon; 
The roar of gain is round it rolled. 

And men unto themselves are sold. 
And cannot list the alien cry, 

“Come o’er and help us, or we die/’ 

Yet with that cry from Macedon 
The very car of Christ rolls on; 

“I come; who would abide my stay 
In yonder wilds prepare my way; 

My voice is crying in their cry, 

Help ye the dying, lest they die.” 

Jesus, for men of man the Son, 

Thine, thine the cry from Macedon. 

O, by thy kingdom and thy power. 

And the glory of thine advent hour, 
Wake heart and will to hear that cry, 
Help us to help them, lest we die. 


A SMALL MISSIONARY 

Recitation for a very little girl 

They talk ’bout missionaries 
To folks across the sea, 

And use a lot of words too big 
For little girls like me. 

But I just b’lieve that if I try 
To do the things I should 
And every day ask Jesus 
To help me to be good, 

And let the folks around me know 
That I can love Him too, 

I’ll be a missionary 
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HOW THANKFUL 

My Mamma often reads to me 
About those children far away. 

Who have no Sunday school or church. 
Who sing no gospel songs, or pray. 

She says that Jesus wants them all 
To know him and to love him too ; 

To sing to him and pray to him. 

The same as good white children do. 

How thankful we should be that we 
Can gather here each Sabbath day ; 

How anxious we should be to help 
These little ones so far away. 


A CHEERFUL GIVER 

I’ve brought two pennies here today— 
I have them in my hands, 

And mean to send them far away, 

To men in heathen lands. 

I love good candy—yes, I do! 

But, then, I love my Savior too; 

And so my all to him I give, 

To teach the heathen how to live. 


THE LITTLE COLORED BOY 

There is a little colored lad 

Who sits near me in school each day, 
And, oh, he always looks so sad, 
Because alone he has to play. 

Td like to play with him, but Ma, 

She says ’tis not exactly right 
To play with colored boys; but Pa, 

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Pa says the color of our skin 
Counts but for little, and that we 
Might not be half as pure within 

As might our colored schoolmate be! 


THE REMEDY 

Cast of Characters — 

Pastor—Ordinary dark suit. 

President of Missionary Society—Street dress. 

Sunday School Superintendent—Man in business suit 
Church Treasurer—Man in business suit. 

Spirit of Missions—Girl in soft white robes. 

Stage Setting — 

Study, large desk, telephone, several chairs. 


scene i 

(Minister reading a letter. Finishes one, picks up another; 
looks worried.) 

I wonder how all this happened. I have not been here long 
enough to know all the church plans, but it does seem strange 
that a church of this size should fail to come up to the stand¬ 
ards in so many lines. I must investigate. Let me see —(a 
pause, in which he pulls out a notebook and looks over a church 
list )-Im call up the president of the Missionary Society and 
see what the ladies have done. 

(Turns to telephone.) 

1910, please. . . . Yes, thank you. . . . Mrs. Carter? 

This is Mr. Brady. I have just been reading some letters from 
our Mission Board offices in New York. They seem to think 
we are decidedly behind in all our work. . . . We are? W"hy, 
how does that happen? With such a large membership I felt 
sure our mission work would be wonderfully financed. . . . 
They don’t? There isn’t much of the Spirit of Missions here? 
.... Thank you so much for your trouble, Mrs. Carter; I shall 
iook into this. Yes, I agree with you that something should be 







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done. We must encourage the Spirit of Missions if our church 
is to live and work as it should. 

(Hangs up receiver, sits thinking seriously for an instant. 
Knock at door. He rises and opens it, admitting the Church 
T reasurer.) 

Minister—How do you do, Mr. Harder? I was just thinking 
of calling you up. This report from our Mission Board puzzles 
me greatly. 

Treasurer—I was afraid it would, sir, and I came to see you 
about it. You know, it is very difficult to arouse any interest in 
missions among our people. 

Minister—But isn’t the missionary apportionment a part of 
the annual budget? 

Treasurer—Well, you see, so many felt there was no call for 
going into fields other than our own that we—we have—that is, 
we gradually ceased mentioning it to the church at large for fear 
some of our best givers would withdraw their pledges. 

Minister (astonished) —But I do not understand! What does 
the budget include? 

Treasurer—You see, sir, we have the best preacher we can 
find, and every one in the church is proud of our organ. It 
is the very best in this part of the country, and our choir re¬ 
ceives a larger salary than any other church choir in the city. 
We have the very finest stained glass windows, and our build¬ 
ing is equipped more modernly than any other church in the 
state. You know, Mr. Brady, it takes an immense amount of 
money to keep up all these things. 

Minister (thoughtfidly) —It does, indeed. 

Treasurer—Well, that’s just the way it happens. I thought 
I would tell you so you wouldn’t let these little things worry you. 
I received a similar letter myself, but I have stopped paying any 
attention to them. With a plant like ours to keep up, we really 
can’t be bothered with missionaries to China or any of those 
other countries. I have read of the wonderful buildings they 
have. Why don’t they use them instead of troubling us? 

Minister—I judge the Spirit of Missions hasn’t a very strong 
hold on the hearts of the people of Grand Avenue Church. 

Treasurer—They don’t know anything about it, sir. You 
see, it has been some time since we started our last building 
campaign, and all our efforts have been used to raise money for 
our own needs. 





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Minister (dryly)— I see. 

Treasurer—I must be going, Mr. Brady. I just wanted to 
tell you how things are. 

Minister (rather absent mindedly) —Oh, yes. Thank you, 
Good day. 

(Treasurer leaves. Minister sits idly fingering papers on desk, 
his eyes troubled.) 

They do not know what they are missing! It is a beautiful 
church, but how much more beautiful it would be if they had 
the Spirit of Missions in their hearts. How I wish I might 
make them see it! What can I do ? 

(The lights grow dim. The minister leans his head on his hands 
and sits in silence. Enter the Spirit of Missions. She looks about 
the room, then walks toward the minister. He does not see her. 
At last she places her hand on his shoulder, and speaks.) 

Spirit of Missions—You were wishing for me? 

Minister (startled) —I do not know. Who are you? 

Spirit of Missions—I am the Spirit of Missions. I thought 
I heard you call my name. 

Minister—I was wishing for you, but I did not know you 
heard. You are sorely needed here. 

Spirit of Missions (glancing about the room) —It is a beauti¬ 
ful place. 

Minister (rather sadly) —Yes it is a beautiful place. Will you 
be seated? 

(Spirit of Missions is seated in an easy chair. Minister turns 
so he is facing her.) 

Spirit of Missions—Can I help you? You seem distressed. 

Minister—I am distressed. Here is this beautiful church with 
all this marvelously complete equipment, and the people seem to 
have no thought beyond their own lives and interests. It is pa¬ 
thetic, almost tragic, when you think of the wonderful oppor¬ 
tunities they are missing every day. 

Spirit of Missions—Do they know me at all ? 

Minister—I fear not. Away back in the history of the church 
they were enthused with the work of the Master in foreign lands, 
but for some years it seems they have been growing more and 
more determined to live for themselves. I can not understand 
it. I have been here but a short time myself, and their attitude 
is a continual source of surprise to me. I have seen large 




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churches whose joy it was to have many representatives on the 
foreign field, but now— 

Spirit of Missions— Perhaps I can come to know them, i er- 


\xhe ringing of the telephone interrupts. The minister takes 

down the receiver.) . . . 

Yes, this is Mr. Brady. . . . Yes, I had a letter this mora¬ 
ine ■ • B seems that nothing has been done. . . . You would 
like to help? .... I am delighted to hear it! Perhaps we can 
interest the Sunday School in doing its full part this year. . . • 
Thank you, Mr. Nesbit. I am considering a plan for bringing 
this matter forcibly to the attention of the church. (Hangs up 
receiver; turns to Spirit of Missions.) That is the first person 
in this church who has shown the slightest interest m this work. 
Even the president of the Missionary Society is half hearted. 
She says something should be done, but is not interested enough 
to do it. This Sunday School Superintendent actually wants to 
help. Now, the question is what to do? 

Spirit of Missions— Have you tried a real missionary sermon? 
Minister—I have tried, yes, but it did not seem to reach the 


Spirit of Missions— Are you sure you made them feel and see 

the need? , . . « T 

Minister—They didn’t seem to either see or feel. Perhaps 1 

was to blame. Perhaps 

Spirit of Missions—I wish I might stay with you for a time, 
I might be able to help. If only I could reach their hearts! 
Minister (sincerely) —I certainly wish you would, but how 
Spirit of Missions—I shall touch their hearts in a quiet way. 
Has this president of the Missionary Society any children? 

Minister—Yes, two beautiful girls and a boy. What has that 
to do with it? 

Spirit of Missions—When you prepare your sermon, be sure 
to place great emphasis on the difference between the condition 
of children in Christian and non-Christian lands. I shall enter 
into the magazine articles she reads. Her mother heart is sure 

to respond! . 

Minister (hopefully) —I believe you are right! But what about 

the others? The church treasurer? 

Spirit of Missions—He is a business man? 








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Minister—Very much so, and takes great pride in the fact that 
this church is so well equipped. 

Spirit of Missions—Splendid! Let your sermon emphasize the 
value of proper equipment in the Master’s service; tell instances 
of really big business men who have found delight in sending 
representatives into heathen lands; tell how they consider such 
work of greatest importance. 

Minister (enthusiastically) —I have just the story—a business 
man whom the treasurer admires very much sent a thousand dol¬ 
lars a year to a missionary in China to enable him to place Bible 
teachers in the villages near his school. At the end of two years 
the missionary himself brought my friend a banner on which 
were embroidered characters representing the names of six hun¬ 
dred and eighty-four men who had been brought to Christ 
through this investment! 

Spirit of Missions—And how did the business man feel? 

Minister—He told me himself he considered it the best busi¬ 
ness investment he ever made. He started giving a tenth years 
ago, and now he gives nine-tenths and supports himself and 
family on the other tenth. 

Spirit of Missions—Splendid! The Lord surely helps those 
who place first things first, but some times people are tempted 
to give with the hope of material reward. 

Minister—Our treasurer will never do that. He is absolutely 
honest and his principles would never let him give for the sake 
of possible material gain to himself. (Picks up pencil and paper 
and begins jotting down notes.) I have an idea for that ser¬ 
mon now. I shall preach it Sunday. Can you stay ? 

Spirit of Missions—I shall be working quietly among your 
people, and perhaps I shall visit you again as you work. In 
the meantime, I shall pray that you may be guided. 

Minister—And so shall I. 

Minister bows his head; Spirit of Missions leaves silently; min¬ 
ister zvrites earnestly. 


SCENE 11 

(Minister at desk again. Enter Church Treasurer. Spirit of 
Missions steals in unseen and listens to entire conversation.) 

Treasurer—Mr. Brady, that was a wonderful sermon yester¬ 
day ! I don’t know why I never thought of those things before. 







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I cruess I have been so pleased with all we have here at home 
that I forgot the needs of others. Years ago my mother was 
devoted to the cause of missions, and I was much, interested 
myself in my early life, but I became interested in making money, 
and (half ashamed} —I have missed something from my life. I 
want to make up for it now. Have you the figures for our 
share in the work this year? (Looks over paper which minister 
hands him.) The collection yesterday was unusual. You cer¬ 
tainly touched the hearts as well as the pocketbooks. I d like 
to give a thousand myself to help with this work. 

(Minister smiles. Spirit of Missions moves nearer. Door opens 
and President of Missionary Society enters .> 

Minister (rising )<—Good morning, Mrs. Carter. 

Mrs. Carter—I couldn’t rest until I had thanked you for yes¬ 
terday’s sermon, Mr. Brady. It was wonderful, and I had been 
reading so many things along that line the last few days. It. is 
strange, but everything I picked up had something to. do with 
mission work and children, and the way you brought it all out 
yesterday was all that was needed to make me see just what our 
Missionary Society can do. I have called up most of. the ladies 
this morning, and we are going to have a special meeting Thurs¬ 
day afternoon to begin hospital supplies. A great many are go¬ 
ing to bring material to send for the schools, and we have pledges 
amounting to considerably over a hundred dollars now to make 
up for this year’s apportionment. When I mentioned it to them 
some months ago they said we had enough to do at home, but now 
they are eager to do all they can for others. It is simply won¬ 
derful! It seems as if the very Spirit of Missions prompted 
you to preach that sermon. 

Minister—Perhaps it did. Won’t you sit down, Mrs. Carter? 

Mrs. Carter (leaving)^- No, thank you, Mr. Brady, I really 
haven’t time. My children were so impressed by what you said 
yesterday that they want missionary organizations, and I prom¬ 
ised to help them today. I must look up some missionary maga¬ 
zines I laid away months ago. Oh, I didn’t notice you, Mr. 
High. Did the sermon bring you out too? 

Treasurer—It surely did, Mrs. Carter, and a great many oth¬ 
ers, if I am any judge. I believe the Spirit of Missions has re¬ 
turned to make its home in our church, and I am very glad. 

Sunday School Superintendent (entering unannounced) —And 
so am I. I have felt for some time that we should make a place 








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for her. Mr. Brady, after your sermon yesterday, one of our 
young women actually offered to tell missionary stories to the 
children in Sunday School, and to superintend the boxes you 
mentioned! 

Mrs. Carter—Isn’t it wonderful? 

Minister—It surely is, and no one is more thankful than I. 

Mrs. Carter (leaving )—I really must be going. Thank you 
so much, Mr. Brady. 

Treasurer—I must go, too, but I want to assure you that in 
the future this church will do its full part along missionary 
lines, and I, for one, am not going to be satisfied with that. 

Sunday School Superintendent—It was a wonderful sermon, 
Mr. Brady, and I am very sure you were inspired by the Spirit 
of Missions and of the Master Himself. The good it has done 
will never be fully known. 

(All leave except the minister and the Spirit of Missions.) 

Minister—How can I ever thank you? 

Spirit of Missions—I need no thanks. It is enough to know 
their interest has been aroused. The story that never grows 
old will be told in foreign lands many, many times because of 
this day’s work. 

Minister—It was the only drawback to an otherwise perfect 
church, and but for you I might never have found their hearts. 

Spirit of Missions—I am always ready to help when I am 
called, and it is but the Master’s will I seek to find. 

Minister (rising) —The Spirit of Missions! What a wonder¬ 
ful spirit! With it a church can grow in wonderful power; 
without it life itself goes. It is the remedy for every evil. 

Spirit of Missions (softly) —A remedy because all things work 
together for good to them that love God, and the Spirit of Mis¬ 
sions is the love of God put into actions. 

FINIS 


WHAT ANY BAND CAN DO 

Characters—Boys and girls in Mission Band; ordinary clothes. 
Book—Child with pasteboards representing covers of a book 
hanging in front of and behind him. 

Ribbon—Girl with odds and ends of ribbon pinned to her dress. 





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Towels—Girl with towels draped about her or hanging in 
straight lines at her front and back. 

Crayolas—Boy with many crayolas (or boxes of crayolas) tied 

to him 

Post Cards—Boy with colored post cards fastened together by 
ribbons hung over his shoulders and about his clothing. 

Missionary Box—Boy or girl with arms and head stuck 
through a large pasteboard box, preferably corrugated. The box 
may be covered with white cloth and, if so, should have the name 
and address of some missionary written on a slip of cloth sewed 
to this covering. (If this is given in connection with a gift to 
some special missionary, his or her name may be used, and all 
references to mission stations be made specific.) _ n f 

Stage Setting—Meeting room of Mission Band. The Band 
assembled. __ 

President—It is time for us to send something to our mis¬ 
sionary, and we are here this afternoon to decide what it shall be. 

First Member—Madam President, I don’t see what such a 
small Band as we are can do that will really help. 

Second Member—I don’t either. 

Third Member—Well, we’ve got to do something. 

Leader—We are forgetting to address the Chair. 

Second Member—Well, the important thing is to know what 
we can do. and I just forgot all about the rules. 

President—Has anyone any suggestions? 

(Silence reigns, in which all seem to be thinking. After a mo¬ 
ment or two, there are signs of restlessness. The door opens and 
the other characters enter. The members of the Mission Band 
start in astonishment and rub their eyes.) 

President—We—we—may I ask who you are? 

Missionary Box—We heard you wondering what you could 
do, and we came to show you. I am a Missionary Box (turns 
around sloivly). I am made of pasteboard. Corrugated paste¬ 
board is the best because it carries things more safely. When I 
am filled, I should be wrapped in paper, and then in cloth, which 
should be sewed around me. Then the name and address of the 
missionary, also of the one who is sending me, should be printed 
or clearly written on a square of cloth and sewed to this cover. 
These (motioning toward the others) are but a few of the ar¬ 
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Book—There are scarcely any boys and girls but what have 
picture books at home which they could spare, and the children 
in mission stations love pretty pictures. In some places, they 
are taught to read English, and there story books are most wel¬ 
come. 

Ribbon—All girls love pretty ribbons, and the girls in mission 
stations do not have any unless girls in other countries send 
some. 

(Girls and boys in Mission Band begin to lose their astonish¬ 
ment and to look at one another and their leader, whispering that 
they have those things at home.) 

Towels—Many boys and girls do not realize how necessary it 
is to keep their bodies clean until the missionaries tell them, and 
then nice towels, even cheap ones, make keeping clean a pleasure. 

Crayola—The children of other lands love to color pictures 
just as the children of America, and a few boxes of crayolas in 
a Missionary Box will bring joy to many homes. 

(Mission Band children show even greater interest.) 

Post Cards—You have to buy most of these other things, but 
everyone has picture post cards, and nearly every household has 
more than they want after they have been read once ; The chil¬ 
dren of mission stations long for bright, pretty pictures, and 
these cards, with a white paper pasted across their backs, make 
wonderful gifts. The missionaries often put Scripture verses on 
the paper, and give them as rewards for attendance at day school 
or Sunday School. Even the older people will walk miles just 
to receive a card. 

Mission Band Members—Oh, we can do those things, can’t 
we? 

Missionary Box—As I said, these are only a few of the things 
which can be sent. Dolls, toys, games, safety pins, tooth brushes, 
soap, mirrors—there isn’t any end to what any Mission Band 
can send to a missionary, and everything will help. 

(Visitors leave.) 

First Member—Madam President, I move we go right home 
and get to work at things we have to fill a missionary box. 

Second Member—I second the motion. 

(All leave.) 





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eyes closed and hands held out as if feeling their way in the darkness. 

3. Clasp hands in attitude of gladness. 

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COPYRIGHT, 1924, BY MEYER & BROTHER, CHICAGO. 




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SUGGESTIONS 

To Be Observed Before Presenting A Dialogue. 

Success depends largely upon the judicious selection of the 
speakers; and, as far as possible, only those should be selected 
who are apt and pretty. 

DRESS. 

In all kinds of dialogues, children, as a rule, like to dress in 
costume. Whenever convenient, effort should be made to have 
suitable costumes prepared from cheese cloth, cambric, silko- 
line or paper, which may easily be procured plain or in colors 
for a nominal cost. This will add both zest and interest to the 
occasion. 

Another important thing to remember is that costumes may 
be used for other occasions; therefore, they should be care¬ 
fully put away in boxes after the program is finished. 

REHEARSALS. 

Success in any undertaking is assured if each participant be¬ 
comes thoroughly familiar with his part. This can be accom¬ 
plished only by study and frequent rehearsals. Insist from 
the beginning that each member be prompt in attendance. Some 
programs, of course, may demand a longer time for rehearsal, 
according to the length and difficulty of the production. 

DEPORTMENT. 

Maintain absolute good order and behavior; any deviation 
from this important rule should be instantly corrected. Start 
rehearsals at least four weeks previous to the time set for the 
performance. . 

If costumes are used, have several dress rehearsals, in order 
to wear away the novelty occasioned by seeing the others in 
costume. 

DECLAMATION. 

First and foremost, each must thoroughly memorize his part 
and become familiar with it, that he may be able to recite with¬ 
out hesitation. When this has been accomplished, present ges¬ 
ture and emphasis; let both be merely improvements. Be care¬ 
ful not to destroy individuality or natural effort. Let every 
word be distinct and deliberately spoken. Instantly squelch 
a drawling intonation of voice. 

ASSIGNMENT OF PARTS. 

When a part has been assigned, it should be kept by that 
person unless he proves particularly unfitted. If this rule be 
adhered to, much jealousy and discontent will be avoided. 

NOTE BOOK. 

If a performance be long, a small note book will be found 
useful to note all things of importance. 



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